The Human Brain Sees Women as Parts and Men as Whole

I am collecting spider’s thread. A pound of spider’s thread is enough to stretch around the equator. I am going to wrap myself up in it like a mummy to revolutionize the material strength of my body.

I am collecting sea-turtle shells to wear as armor. This will help me feel close to the sea. These shells will serve a double purpose: to protect and remind. To protect me from unwanted attention. People might look at me strangely, but at least I’m obscuring the male gaze. These sea-turtle shells will remind me of oceans, ships, and wreckage. It will be a kind of sea-wreckage reminding me that my body is never my own ship. That my body is a wreckage. That I do not own my body. These turtles clearly did not own their own bodies. Where are these turtles now?

I am collecting the hormones of killer bees. I will put them in a spring-loaded syringe to use on anyone that attacks me. When this hormone is injected, it acts like a beacon attracting other killer bees to the sting. They hear the call, and swarm the target. If someone attacks me, I will stab them with the syringe. The sky will turn black and swallow my attacker. This syringe will act as a kind of talisman. It will help me feel as though the animal kingdom cares about my suffering.

I am collecting dead opossums. I am hanging their hides on a dining room wall to remind myself that playing dead never did me any good.